Things keep getting better and better ....
So, I get a letter in the mail the other day from OCC, which basically has all of the instructions on it for what I need to get done (background check, medical stuff, etc.) in order to stay in my classes next semester.
Let it be known, that this letter -- half of its text is in angry red letters, pretty much screaming "DO NOT LOSE THIS. FOR IT IS IMPORTANT." So, I wake up yesterday, ready to start getting all the stuff I need, when I realize that I can't find the stupid thing anywhere. My dad is sitting on the couch. "Oh, he probably just moved it somewhere," is the first thought that comes to mind.
I ask him if he's seen the paper that I got from school. His reply? "Oh, I think I threw that away." Then he goes back to stuffing his face and watching TV, totally nonchalant about it. I hate it when he does stuff like that. I mean, I could see if it was something like a sales receipt, or you know, heaven forbid .... an actual piece of garbage. But no, he has to go and throw away a letter that has instructions, that have a very strict time limit on them.
Great. Luckily, I called the health office and they're going to email me a new one. At least he won't be able to throw that one away. *sigh*
In other news, I wrote down my schedule on Friday (for that is the day when our schedule comes out for the week), and I was scheduled off Monday and Tuesday. I kind of need the hours, but it was a good thing, since my car needs new tires, I need to take my dog to the vet, and registration for my classes begins on Monday. I figured, over the course of those two days, I could get all that stuff finished.
Keep in mind, that I was scheduled at another store this weekend, so I wasn't at my usual store after I initially wrote down my schedule. So ... I get a call. 9:00. Sunday night. It's my supervisor. "Hey, you know you're working Monday and Tuesday right?" Thanks. Wait until the last minute to tell me guys. It's okay, I don't have a life. I don't have things I need to do. Don't get all considerate on me or anything, and call me a day in advance. I wouldn't want you to put yourselves out.
Bah. I hate VONS. I'm so glad I'm almost finished. It's shit like this that makes me hate this company. They really don't expect you to have a life, outside of VONS. Although, I should make note that I called my boss, and simply refused to work on Monday. I told her that she changed my schedule way too short of notice, and that I've got a lot of stuff to do today. She sounded annoyed. But you know what? I've done way too many favors for them, and been taken advantage of too many times to really give a shit at this point.
Plus, I'm pretty sure it's against union rules to change the schedule like that, and wait to tell the person. I think there is a deadline for that sort of thing. Regardless, I'm determined not to let them push me around anymore. I'm sick of doing stuff I don't like, and no one else will do, just so they can do this kind of thing to me.
They're gonna have to find someone else.
Bitches.
Let it be known, that this letter -- half of its text is in angry red letters, pretty much screaming "DO NOT LOSE THIS. FOR IT IS IMPORTANT." So, I wake up yesterday, ready to start getting all the stuff I need, when I realize that I can't find the stupid thing anywhere. My dad is sitting on the couch. "Oh, he probably just moved it somewhere," is the first thought that comes to mind.
I ask him if he's seen the paper that I got from school. His reply? "Oh, I think I threw that away." Then he goes back to stuffing his face and watching TV, totally nonchalant about it. I hate it when he does stuff like that. I mean, I could see if it was something like a sales receipt, or you know, heaven forbid .... an actual piece of garbage. But no, he has to go and throw away a letter that has instructions, that have a very strict time limit on them.
Great. Luckily, I called the health office and they're going to email me a new one. At least he won't be able to throw that one away. *sigh*
In other news, I wrote down my schedule on Friday (for that is the day when our schedule comes out for the week), and I was scheduled off Monday and Tuesday. I kind of need the hours, but it was a good thing, since my car needs new tires, I need to take my dog to the vet, and registration for my classes begins on Monday. I figured, over the course of those two days, I could get all that stuff finished.
Keep in mind, that I was scheduled at another store this weekend, so I wasn't at my usual store after I initially wrote down my schedule. So ... I get a call. 9:00. Sunday night. It's my supervisor. "Hey, you know you're working Monday and Tuesday right?" Thanks. Wait until the last minute to tell me guys. It's okay, I don't have a life. I don't have things I need to do. Don't get all considerate on me or anything, and call me a day in advance. I wouldn't want you to put yourselves out.
Bah. I hate VONS. I'm so glad I'm almost finished. It's shit like this that makes me hate this company. They really don't expect you to have a life, outside of VONS. Although, I should make note that I called my boss, and simply refused to work on Monday. I told her that she changed my schedule way too short of notice, and that I've got a lot of stuff to do today. She sounded annoyed. But you know what? I've done way too many favors for them, and been taken advantage of too many times to really give a shit at this point.
Plus, I'm pretty sure it's against union rules to change the schedule like that, and wait to tell the person. I think there is a deadline for that sort of thing. Regardless, I'm determined not to let them push me around anymore. I'm sick of doing stuff I don't like, and no one else will do, just so they can do this kind of thing to me.
They're gonna have to find someone else.
Bitches.